'I need you’ a rasp hot in your ear, thick like honey as he’s nibbles and pulls on your lobe with sharp teeth, and that you can hear perfectly, like underwater but words are still ever clear. It pulls a whimper out of your lips and that sets him off completely. Still his warmth feels bright on the exposed skin of the back of your thighs, and so does the way he’s clawing at them so he can get more friction, selfish. He isn’t even touching you, not where you need him the most: those gaps are for your dream-foggied mind to fill up, and it does such a good job at that, it’s like his own hand is caressing you at just the right pace. And there is this spinning sensation so familiar accompanying it all, that doubles when Belphie starts to rub himself against you, adding to the arousal coiling in your navel.
His lips latch on the side of your neck that’s exposed, soft, tender you feel them as hypnagogia rather than anything vivid, mere hot flashes on the spots Belphie chooses to suck on. He needs you hazy, in the doorway between wakefulness and the dreamscapes and nightmares he weaves for you, so he can be the one to pull you away from them and into his arms. It’s the spectral drag of his claws up the flesh of your hips, ungodly, what is sending pinpricks up your skin and waking you, yet not fully. He needs you hazy, in the doorway between wakefulness and the dreamscapes and nightmares he weaves for you (…) Belphie x reader + ‘I want you’ + 'I need you so bad’Īlways at midnight, under the covers his warm touch feeling like anything but him, grabbing and pulling you closer -no, flush against his body.
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